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Spicy... Unlike many people who get very stressed about travel, I have a somewhat philosophical attitude. Generally the type of travel that I do doesn't involve crawling under barbed wire, having to bribe officials, or having anyone shoot at me. And so I treat delays as minor inconveniences at worst, and opportunities for engaging with people I otherwise wouldn't at best. So an unanticipated overnight stay in a Heathrow hotel due to a cancelled flight, along with a whole lot of other stranded passengers, has left me sitting at the bar, wondering what the night has in store for me.

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Work was dragging me down, so I told my boss I was going to take my reports with me and get out of the office for a while. He agreed as long as I filed the reports by the same time as usual. I said I would and took my laptop and cell phone and headed to the park. It was about 10:35 am and the park was quiet except for a guy throwing a Frisbee with his dog. They were just starting out as the man had to practically teach the dog to fetch the Frisbee.

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In my world nothing is ever random even when it seems to be, because random in my world leads to chaos, uncontrollable chaos which seemed to follow me despite how cautious I could be at times both personally and professionally.

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Kari Bates is an attractive 36-year-old mother of two. She's no supermodel, but she has the look of that good looking school teacher that most boys had a crush on during their school years. She stands 5'6" with a slender 34-B-24-24 body. Brown hair, parted in the middle and hanging almost to her shoulders. Bright blue eyes hidden behind her thin rectangular framed glasses and an ever-present smile.

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I was having a really bad day. I was PMSing and being a total brat, so it's was no surprise when Ms. Slater, the girl's coach, told me to run a few extra laps after practice. I wasn't the only one, lucky for me. (Really lucky, as it turned out!) The other girl was Julia Rodriguez - a brown skinned girl I only knew from soccer. She didn't seem too bummed at having to do the extra laps, and we talked as we ran together.

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My name is Amanda. I'm now 20 year old. I'm five foot five, 124 pounds, with dark brown hair, brown eyes and 32a chest. I've been told my best feature is my ass, along with my full, sensual lips and dark eyes with long lashes. I've had submissive feelings for as long as I can remember. When I was 18 I met an online Master. At that time I lived in in Arizona with my dad. My Master lived very far away, and our relationship originally consisted of online play.

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I was just out of the shower, recuperating and basking in the glow after a night of incredible sex with my 23 year old girlfriend, Sasha. She had already left unhappily for work, complaining about her boss. What this beautiful, sexy young woman with a killer athletic body sees in a 41 year old divorcee is beyond me, but I'm not one to complain.

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It was a freezing cold day. The three girls hurried along to Ashleigh's house, they had been sent home from school early as the heating had broken down and the classrooms were like freezers. They had chosen Ashleigh's house, as they knew that it would be empty and that there would be plenty of alcohol there. By the time they reached the front door, they were all shivering like mad; their nipples were hard and pressed against their school shirts.

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Several months after I had parted from Jeff and a few weeks after my experience with Lionel (recounted in Chapter 15) three things happened virtually simultaneously. Firstly my wife, in a regular phone call with our daughter, told her that her lover was ill and being taken to hospital. I was not sorry for him, indeed I hoped that he would soon be dead, but I was sorry to think of the anxiety it would cause her. The second thing that happened gave me a shock.

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Trillions is where you go to get laid. It's not a private club, but you do have to look a certain way to get through the door. Well-groomed, is perhaps the most polite way to phrase it. I flatter myself that I do try and take care of my looks. While photographing models I've picked up a few hints and tips, and I'm not too modest to say that I've been mistaken for one of them on occasion. For your benefit, I'm five-seven tall in bare feet, trim figure, 34C bust, with shortish blonde hair. My eyes are clear blue, and I have very full, soft lips, or so I've been told.

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